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Monthly Archives: November 2009
same night overheard on a fillmore bus
girl, why you let that bitch git up under your grill like that? ya’ll shoulda slapped the shit out of her dumb big-ass mouth who she think she is, steppin’ up in yo face like that bossin’ everybody around like … Continue reading
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for the sake of endings-salt to wound
with thirty-two places set at a beautiful table two maybe four sat ignoring tender emotions for the sake of history and tradition they circled the offender and the offended pretending for the sake of the day that intense distrust and dislike wasn’t hovering in anyone’s … Continue reading
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failing asleep at the holiday wheel
another holiday loomed ahead like a sharp curve she slammed on brakes tried to avoid the inevitable skid into the november downturn… as every muscle poised above the small square pedal of her heart seized she sat in seasonal darkness knowing that the brakes of this … Continue reading
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speak to me
speak to me face to face my countenance to yours in person and alive so that i may see your eyes every expression every line each smile or grimace each shadow of pain or spark of joy or elation sit here with … Continue reading
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today, berkeley woke up! words for occupy oakland today
today the children awoke from their long deadened sleep today they rubbed the dried crumbs of apathy from their eyes today they woke up from a paralysis of non-action they put down their electronic gadgetry of the age for a moment slipped out from beneath what has long kept them mesmerized … Continue reading
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barely there
don’t toy with me with this shit i’m weary and unable to speak this wait is exhausting stop wasting your fucking time shrunken and barely there your distractions keep you tied to failure the stones you described are only weights tied around … Continue reading
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who will write a requiem for a dead poet
ferlinghetti said of your work “time will be the tattletale” yet the silence as time passes screams still we lean in to listen relying on patience waiting for the call poised with eyes opened wide we wait, yes but can we endure tales of one human … Continue reading
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the studio-sidelines 3
west washington had a name change during my absence of nearly twenty long years abbott kinney snuck in adding its own modern ardour to the venice sideshow while subtracting more of my rememberance of the past from its new equation.. the monied color smell of green and … Continue reading
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to the tune of madeline
in an old house in p’town that was covered in vines lived an arty young human adding his lines behind the face of a book he crept my hero is gone (and for this he is lost– i wonder, has he wept?) so … Continue reading
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five years-sidelines part II
watching it from the sidelines the LA mad poet show unfolded sailing down that generational span between child and young adult i watched with five significant years between jailbait and legal while the show began… watching from the sidelines the fifties/early sixties … Continue reading
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